Seven Days

It's like trying to fall asleep with your eyes open;
Reading the words, feeling the emotions, understanding, and yet.
So she folded her arms and hummed a tune about black birds.

Something to make you uncomfortable;
The note in the distance, sounding as you involuntarily pound in sincopation.
Warm socks with cold toes and burning sweat, trickleing.
A secret, meaningless, yet untold, curious, without a care, angry.
Small pages, a tear, an apple, a friend. Lost for words, lost.
Walking towards a beautiful rainbow as it fades to nothing.
A kiss on the cheek: A punch in the concave of your chest.

Metaphor;
What if she rejects me?
She won't.
What if she turns me away?
She won't!
So, I approached her and asked if she was ok.
She's not.
She said it was fine.
She's lying.
Goodbye.
I love you.

Lots and lots of words;
Sorry.
Bagel.
Fountain.
Scarf.
Rain.
Tissue.
Cuddle.
Stare.
Wince.
Glance.
Forget.
Forgot.

Animals;
Jump on eachother.
Play.
Hide and go seek in the sky.
Down to the creek for a bath.
Smelly feet.
Fun, loving, friends.
Jealousy.

To the point;
Wednesday the ninth of June,
is awfully awfully soon.
There may be a surprise,
so i'll close my eyes,
And look into the great big moon.

Inside i see a rabbit
I wish that i could grab it,
Hold him tight
and kiss him good night,
And realise your not a rabbit.

Where freckle and lip do meet
and hair is never neat
I whisper in your ear
something you'd hate to hear
and i frown lightly in defeat.

Eager to please
with a moment to seise
yes, it's true
you love me too
and my life is at ease

Then i open my eyes
and what a surprise
reality is here
to fill me with fear
and the birthday girl sighs.

11:11;
i wish i wish i wish.
but, you know it is not possible.
The whether man said himself,
that whether or not, is not that whether,
whet her, wet her, wet hair, wet bear,
whether you will or whether you won't,
the impossible depends on whether
you sleep with your eyes open,
or not.